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"
They
'd
have
to
be
,
"
agreed
Ford
.
Arthur
twisted
his
head
to
look
at
Ford
.
"
Ford
,
what
are
you
doing
?
"
he
asked
in
an
amazed
whisper
.
"
Oh
,
just
trying
to
take
an
interest
in
the
world
around
me
,
OK
?
"
he
said
.
"
So
the
hours
are
pretty
good
then
?
"
he
resumed
.
The
Vogon
stared
down
at
him
as
sluggish
thoughts
moiled
around
in
the
murky
depths
.
"
Yeah
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
now
you
come
to
mention
it
,
most
of
the
actual
minutes
are
pretty
lousy
.
Except
...
"
he
thought
again
,
which
required
looking
at
the
ceiling
--
"
except
some
of
the
shouting
I
quite
like
.
"
He
filled
his
lungs
and
bellowed
,
"
Resistance
is
...
"
"
Sure
,
yes
,
"
interrupted
Ford
hurriedly
,
"
you
're
good
at
that
,
I
can
tell
.
But
if
it
's
mostly
lousy
,
"
he
said
,
slowly
giving
the
words
time
to
reach
their
mark
,
"
then
why
do
you
do
it
?
What
is
it
?
The
girls
?
The
leather
?
The
machismo
?
Or
do
you
just
find
that
coming
to
terms
with
the
mindless
tedium
of
it
all
presents
an
interesting
challenge
?
"
"
Er
...
"
said
the
guard
,
"
er
...
er
...
I
dunno
.
I
think
I
just
sort
of
...
do
it
really
.
My
aunt
said
that
spaceship
guard
was
a
good
career
for
a
young
Vogon
--
you
know
,
the
uniform
,
the
low
--
slung
stun
ray
holster
,
the
mindless
tedium
...
"
"
There
you
are
Arthur
,
"
said
Ford
with
the
air
of
someone
reaching
the
conclusion
of
his
argument
,
"
you
think
you
've
got
problems
.
"
